Even if he would have pressed for a different answer, Diego wouldn’t have complied, even with Klaus being the one asking. After all, there’s not a damn thing that can fix any of the shit that has been happening. Killing Hazel and Chacha won’t bring Patch back, he knows that. Killing Jenkins won’t magically fix everything with Vanya, it won’t give Allison her voice back. But it’ll feel like at least something - the ones responsible for the crap that has happened won’t be breathing anymore, and he has to tell himself that it has to be enough. He owes them that much, at the very least.

The eyebrow wiggle earns him a chuckle, and he takes a bite of the sandwich. He knows there’s a lot to do before they can even think about going out for a burger, considering the threat of the apocalypse that is looming over their heads, but hey. Gotta look forward to something, right?

As Klaus speaks, Diego just eats, his gaze not quite on anything specific in the room. He’s paying attention, it’s just more as if he’s trying to place where Klaus’s part of the story fits with whatever he was doing six or seven years ago. Almost, in some way, trying to figure out how in the hell he missed Klaus suddenly disappearing from New York until some years later, when Diego finally glanced at a magazine that someone left in the gym and it was both Klaus and Allison at a movie premiere.

“Yeah, it does.” He glances over at him, and nudges his knee against his. “Well. For whatever is worth, I’m glad she did. It’s good to see you...you know. Healthy.” He sucks at this, but he has to try. He has already fucked up enough, and if they don’t survive this...this may be the only time he can say this.

“I’m sorry. For not believing you before.”